"Not a picket fence SpongeBob, picket sign".
Squidward rolled his eyes, he knew that this would be difficult. If SpongeBob couldn't figure this simple task, how would they ever get Krabs to give them what they deserved?
"SpongeBob, make yourself useful; go get a book from the library about labour organizing".
"Aye aye, Squidward"
"Heh, that ought to keep him busy, our library would never stock anything other than trashy magazines", Squidward muttered to himself, "now to get things done"
Squidward looked over the book SpongeBob had given him with surprise. He knew what communism was, obviously, but never had he seriously considered it, on its own terms. It seemed so obvious the way that it was lain out here. Without him manning the cash register, the Krusty Krab would collapse. Even SpongeBob, as annoying as he is, had an irreplaceable function. What did Krabs do? Count money? Listen to the radio and polish his navy momentos? He and SpongeBob should be the ones who benefit from their labour. Squidward resolved that Bikini Bottom would be a socialist state if it killed him.
Squidward looked over his party. They were fairly ragtag but they would do. Himself, SpongeBob, Patrick, and a handful of other fish. Squidward took the floor and cleared his throat.
"Gentle labourers of Bikini Bottom! Now is the time for action!" He stated forcefully. "The rule of corporate corruption is coming to an end! Today we take a stand! We come together today, not as disparate bunch of dreamers, but as a united front for the liberation of all! The riches and power held by the elites represent nothing but what they've stolen from us! They have nothing but what we produce, and if we refuse to continue labouring under these circumstances, we can make the world stop!", the crowd grew excited through this speech and now were reaching fever pitch. "Tonight, we take these flyers and proclaim a general strike!" The crowd cheered. Squidward thought to himself, if only they knew what he would be doing tonight...
Dressed in a long coat, Squidward walked determinedly down the street. He found an empty stretch of road and flipped out his shell phone. "Help, police? I need assistance on Conch Street, come quickly". Squidward smiled, and waited. It didn't take long for a squad car to come into view. Squidward stuck his arm beneath his jacket and clutched his side, and loped down the street as if he was injured. "Help! I've been stabbed". He fell to the ground, careful to fall on his right side. The cops rushed over to his side and turned him over. The moment they did, Squidward's arm flashed out with the kitchen knife he had had under his jacket and slashed the throat of the closest cop. "Nancy!" Screamed the other cop, reaching for his gun, but Squidward was already on him.